England! Awake! Awake! Awake!
By WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827)
England! awake! awake! awake!
Jerusalem thy Sister calls!
Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death?
And close her from thy ancient walls.
Thy hills & valleys felt her feet,
Gently upon their bosoms move:
Thy gates beheld sweet Zions ways;
Then was a time of joy and love.
And now the time returns again:
Our souls exult & London's towers,
Receive the Lamb of God to dwell
In Englands green & pleasant bowers.